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Hell

In my mind hell is a place
Where their is no one with the same face

We all have problems we are all sick in the head
We've already made it so we sleep in our beds

We're not crazy we're not insane
We are just people with creative dimensions in our brain

Devil is either a woman or a man
It doesn't matter so he can-

Be either it doesn't matter anyways
He's just someone to hang out with everyday

No problems no torture no mess
He'll just put your mind to the test

To make sure you're in the right scene
Heaven or Hell is what I mean

For me hell is the choice
Somewhere, where I can speak my own voice

I'm already going their cause I'm The Chaos In Your Dreams
So I guess I'm playin on that team.

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  • TheJuggaloKing
    December 21, 2008
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    thanks I have always been sort of demented so that would explain where this comes from


  • Danzy007
    December 21, 2008

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    this is quite interesting, my mind seems torn in two tho. you make hell sound fun, yet i'm too light hearted to go there so heaven is for me

    well written


    • TheJuggaloKing
      December 21, 2008
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      thanks I have always been sort of demented so that would explain where this comes from


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    October 16, 2008

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    loved it!
    I'm the Chaos in your dreams....
    wonderful metaphor and simile...
    and the matter of fact tone in your poem
    lent it realism....that we could relate too!

    and it does beg to ask?
    when did hell become the destination of freedom
    and bold strength of individual heart!

    I enjoyed your first lines....asking us ...
    is hell or heaven what we make it..or define
    by what.....dogma...or creative dimensions of the
    brain. WE do all have the same human frame and
    varied equipment....your poem wisely written
    and this soul...

    believes you have A Strong Voice of Heaven
    in your mighty soul!
    May you keep that rebel pen full of ink.
    WE celebrate your honesty and soul of might.

    ears/Seattle